Date: Sun, 28 Sep 2003 16:56:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: KKHere <gaysguys@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up in India - 7

DISCLAIMER: The following contains sexually explicit material
portraying men in sexual situations. If you find this objectionable
please do not read. The story is based on my own experiences though
the names of the people involved have been changed. Copyright 2003 All
Rights reserved. This story may not be distributed or republished
without the consent of the author.

I wish to thank all my readers for their remarks.

Growing Up in India --- Part 7

As much as I liked it, the whole situation of my previous sexual encounter
with a stranger, in a place that was meant to sell sex to gay men, I
did not have the courage to go through with something like that
again. Somehow in hindsight I had come to the conclusion that I was in
serious danger in that place. There was really no evidence to suggest
that but it was just a gut feeling that I had.

Ashu did come to visit me in campus again the next week but he was in
a hurry and told me that he had got a very good opportunity to go to
Switzerland to pursue his research. He was a research scholar at a
very prominent research organisation. He was to be leaving soon and
just wanted to say hello before he left. He also informed me that he
would be back in India next year.

I felt genuinely happy and impressed by his success. However that
signaled an end to my sexual adventures for that year. It was not
until my third year in college that things got more interesting.

I spent the summer vacation with my family visiting the Himalayan
regions of the north eastern parts of the country. Gangtok, Darjeeling
and Guwahati were the highlights. I did keep checking all those young
Himalayan boys all the time on the trip when I was sure that my
brother or my parents were not noticing.

When I came back to college, in July that year, (new academic sessions
start in July in India in most schools and colleges) I was put on the
students committee to keep an eye on the ragging of the freshmen. Of
course in my college there was never any serious ragging, but the
government had passed a directive and that had to be implemented in
all colleges. As soon as I got put on the committee I also recognised
the possible sources of trouble. There were a few guys in my year,
mostly the sportsmen type, who were looking for some fun. Now their
idea of fun was quite a weird one as I had come to know from my
experience of the past two years.

As they all knew I was gay from the start there was some sort of a
game they played. They would flirt unabashedly with me and as soon as
I would reciprocate they would get all shy and start telling me to
"knock it off". This was not just me, they even flirted a lot with
some other guys who were, shall I just say, not so macho in the looks
department. Of course I cannot be classified as looking girlie by any
standards, with my full stubble visible every other day and my
businesslike demeanor even though I was lean in built, some other
guys, even though they were 20 or 21 years old, did not have much of a
beard and were slender in build with bashful demeanors. Some of these
guys were the victim of flirtatious behaviour by the sportsmen types
I mentioned earlier. Most of them just either felt embarrassed, to
their own predicament, or ignored it.

As the freshmen started rolling in during the first few days, I
noticed one that stood out. He was good looking, not very athletic
but even so, and was smart too. His face was unblemished and he had
very kissable lips. I also noticed that he had not yet grown a full
beard on the face and so it had a very youthful appearance, though
there were signs of some hair starting to grow on his chin. I
instantly liked him when I interacted with him. His name was Abhay.

Of the sportsmen I mentioned earlier, two guys named Vimal and Kunal
were the forerunners. I guess they too noticed Abhay's youthful
appearance. I had a feeling that Abhay was fixing to be ragged by
Vimal, Kunal and the gang.

On the second day after classes had started, as I returned from my
afternoon session in the computing lab, I noticed a group of about
seven to eight guys sitting in a corner of the lawn that was in the front of
my hostel. I instinctively went toward it. I realised during my
approach that some guys including Vimal and Kunal had Abhay
surrounded. I was curious as to what was transpiring. At about this
time Kunal saw me and announced my presence to the group. Now that I
was not a real threat to anyone, my presence did nothing to dampen the
activities. Vimal had produced a pack of chocolate sticks, and Abhay
was instructed to take one end of a stick into his mouth and lick it
and bring it out as if it were a lollipop (or, if you prefer, a
dick). Each of the seniors, in some order, was then to bite and eat
the portion that Abhay had licked. (How sick was that? and they call
themselves straight.)

Abhay did not look comfortable with this at all. I could see that he
was torn between tasting the chocolate sticks, which were an imported
brand, Vimal being from quite an affluent background, and the sick
part where he had to see someone else eat a part of the stick that he
had licked. I immediately announced that he should not do anything
which he was not comfortable with. To my annoyance, no one in the
crowd paid any attention to that except Abhay who smiled weakly at
me. It was time to assert some of the authority vested in me.

"Listen Abhay, these guys cannot make you do anything that you do not
want to do. They will get into serious trouble I promise you that." I
said.

That seemed to get Kunal's attention.

"What would you do? Go and report a case of ragging against us? Abhay
would never support the accusition." he claimed.

Abhay had a rebellious look on his face.

Vimal seemed to see that the situation was not in their favour if they
get reported. He tried to make things difficult for both me and Abhay.

"OK, Abhay, I'll give you a choice. You either choose to go along
with what we have just told you to do and tell KK to get along and do
his own business. Or you get up, go to KK and right here in front of
all of us, kiss him and go away with him."

I was flabbergasted. Was this guy for real? He is asking Abhay to kiss
me. Whoa!! this was getting intense.

"Abhay you don't have to do anyone of those two things, just come
along and they won't be able to do a thing." I told Abhay.

"We won't let you go if you don't kiss KK." threatened Kunal.

"And yes, you have to kiss him on the lips." reminded Vimal.

The situation was really getting out of hand. Abhay got up from where
he was sitting and I thought he would just come along and walk with me
inside the building. I turned around and Abhay came up to my
side. Just about then Kunal and two of the other guys stepped in front
of us to stop us from escaping. I was not sure how to handle this
without getting physical. I was no match physically for even one of
them. Of course I knew they could not harm anyone of us seriously on
campus without getting into really bad trouble with the authorities, a
physical scuffle on such a matter would seriously damage my ego and
reputation.

Abhay seemed to recognise my trepedition, he suddenly moved to face me
and pressed his lips to mine. I was shocked, not so much that he had
actually done it, but more from the electric sensation it send down my
spine. By the time I could come to the sense of stepping back he
already did. There was a loud murmur in the group and someone even
groaned. I guessed it was best to get out of there. I grabbed hold of
Abhay's hand and beat it to the inside of the building. Once inside I
shoved him towards his corridore and turned to get to my room. When I
reached my room I realised I had a very hard problem in my trousers. I
locked the room and took care of that and had the most wonderful
orgasm with the taste of Abhay's lips still on my lips.

The next time I saw Abhay was about three days later on saturday
morning during breakfast. I had been busy the whole week as was usual
with me spending a lot of time in the computing lab. I was guessing
that by now the story of Abhay's kiss would have reached every ear in
the hostel and even if he did not know then that I was gay, he would
know by now. I expected him to be disgusted with the whole affair and
was sad that I might miss out on a prospective friend. For the short
time that I had interacted with him, he had seemed like a very bright
young lad with lots of enthusiasm and had shared some of my extra
curricular interests in theatre and literature. To top it all he was
doing the same major as I was.

As I sat on the breakfast table spreading butter on my toast and
sipping coffee, looking only at my plate and thinking about stuff I
felt someone taking up the seat in front of me. Normally the freshmen
went to sit with other freshmen this early in the session, not coming
up to the seniors unless asked, and I expected it to be someone from
my year or the sophomores who had some questions to be answered about
some assignments. As I looked up I was surprised to see it was
Abhay. I must have had a startled look on my face, he aprehensively
asked if he could sit there.

"Sure, no problem." I shrugged.

"Actually sir, I was looking for you the whole week." he said. The
freshmen usually addressed the seniors as sir unless asked to call
them by name.

"Why would that be?" I asked, still showing no interest in the
conversation.

"Sir, I um.." he hesitated.

"Call me KK, and you can say whatever you need to without hesitation."
I told him.

"KK, I have been hearing some bad stuff about you, I liked you a lot
among all the seniors here, and I am doing to same major as you are,
so I thought that I should talk to you about this." he started.

"Ok, lets see, what have you been hearing, that you think is so bad."
I querried, smiling. I had a very shrewd idea as to what he must have
been hearing.

"Uh..I don't know how to tell you this, please don't get mad at me."

"Well I guess if you are not making it up then I have no reason to be
mad with you. Anyway, even if I was mad, I can't like beat you up for
it." I joked.

"KK, I don't want you to be mad at me, even if you are not the type to
beat up people." he said simply.

"Ok, I understand, tell me what have you heard." I said.

"A lot of people, at different occaisions, have said that you...er..."

"Say it." I prodded.

"That you...er...like...I mean...are homosexual." he whispered out the
last part.

"Yeah, so what." I chuckled.

"You mean you don't care that people would say such a thing about
you." he looked startled.

"No. I mean, yes I am gay, so what. Do you have a problem that I am
gay?" I asked him.

He dropped his gaze to his plate.

"No, I don't have a problem. I am sorry KK. I hope I did not hurt your
feelings when I so boldly came up and kissed you on the lips in front
of so many people." he voice was barely audible.

I sighed. "No, its okay. I did not want you to do it. But I guess
there was no other way out of the situation. Would you be apologising
to me for that if I were not gay?" I asked him out of curiosity.

"Oh, yes. It was wrong on my part to just use it as an excuse to get
out of that sick group." he had tone of sincerety.

"Its okay. Don't get bothered too much. I am worried that people don't
start saying the same thing about you now that everyone would know
this little story." I said.

"I know how to handle something like that." he said resolutely.

"Well, thats fine. I am done here. You are welcome to talk to me
anytime about anything. Just ask me for help if you have any problems,
either in the hostel or academically." I told him as I got up from the
table.

"Thanks KK. I would surely." he said with a smile.

Over the next few months. I got to be better friends with him and some
more of that batch of freshmen. There were some very interesting
people there and none of them were really bothered with me being gay,
I even flirted with them and they took it in their stride. During the
same time I also got closer to a group of sophomores who were active
in theatre and literature and other such activities, some of them also
came to me to get their academic problems solved. It was during this
time that I became famous for my skill with computers and my problem
solving abilities.

One of the sophomores who started to hang out with me was Anurag. He
was into theatre like me, but was also into gym. He was not a big
beefy bodybuilder type but had a nicely toned body. The only thing
about him that could be counted to his disadvantage in the Indian
context was that his complexion was very dark. (The Indian concept of
good looking includes fairness of skin for some reason.)

I had been flirting a lot with both Abhay and Anurag. They did not
mind and flirted back with me to some extent. It was fun to be with
them. Somehow I was always with either Abhay or with Anurag. All three
of us being together was very rare and it only happened in a very
public setting for some reason.

I had sexual feelings for both of them. Anurag was more open with me
in these matters. He was hopelessly straight. We got a challange going
as to whether or not he would be tempted at a point to try something
with me before both of us graduated. With Abhay the things were
slightly different and at times I got the impression that he was
interested in me. I really hoped to have something special with him,
but I did not know how.

I did not know it then but the opportunities presented themselves.